Rain pommels against the pier
fog impedes the distance
lonely and cold seeps into my flesh
footsteps heard on the wharf
warns I’m not alone…
water smacks against the dockside.
Raindrops run down my face
triggers burning eyes
tears mix with downpour
allows blindness for a moment
“ahem, ahem, waiting for someone”
startled…I step aside allow passage.
“I’m Joe…I come here every night
this is where I met my wife
she’s been gone a year now.”
Frail and shuffling he sits down on a bench
shaky hands wipe his brow…
“Millie, Millie, I’m here to say goodnight.”
The night’s eerie and unsettling
another loner waiting on the dock
solitary and forlorn robs comfort
of memories left in cavities of their minds
knows they cannot be relived…
cravings of the mind causes waiting.
Murkiness settles dropping off shadows
two loners sit recalling happier time’s
periods they’ve enjoyed most in their lives
peace, tranquility, dreams…
fetching for happiness and contentment
if but for a moment…grants them an existence.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.